A girl who looks quiet but plays when she plays
A girl who puts her hair down when the right time comes
A girl who covers herself but is more sexy than a girl who bares it all
A sensable girl like that

I’m a guy
A guy who seems calm but plays when he plays
A guy who goes completely crazy when the right time comes
A guy who has bulging ideas rather than muscles
That kind of guy

Why so serious?
Get your crayon get your crayon get your cray get your crayon
Get your crayon get your crayon get your cray get your
Why so serious?
Come on girls come on boys come on come on
Get your crayon crayon come on girls come on
Boys come on come on get your crayon crayon
Meori eokkae mureup bal swag

Why so serious?
Get your crayon get your crayon get your cray get your crayon
Get your crayon get your crayon get your cray get your
Why so serious?
Come on girls come on boys come on come on get your crayon crayon come on girls
come on
Boys come on come on get your crayon crayon get your crayon crayon

Come on girls come on boys come on come on come on come on
Come on girls come on boys come on come on come on come on
Meori eokkae mureup bal swag

Why so serious?
Get your crayon Get your crayon Get your cray Get your crayon
Get your crayon Get your crayon Get your cray Get your
Why so serious?
Come on girls Come on boys Come on come on Get your crayon crayon Come on girls
Come on
boys Come on come on Get your crayon crayon
Head shoulders knees and toes swag

My credit card is black, just use it infinitely,
This music is crack, spin the track infinitely.
To all people who lost their sense, I’m a persimmon tree
A tenacity that I’m not discouraged by the sniffish
Whether you’re odds or sods, without prejudice, CRAYON,
Whether you’re best or yahoo, without discrimination, CRAYON
One two three four, come here and there,
Spinning it, calmly slow it down, run faster if you’re bored.
Seoul, Daejeon, Daegu, Busan, clapping your hands,
Singing the songs, dance together with joy
RingaRingaRing, change your parter,
Head shoulders knees and toes, shake your body ROCK

Why so serious?
Get your crayon Get your crayon Get your cray Get your crayon
Get your crayon Get your crayon Get your cray Get your
Why so serious?
Come on girls Come on boys Come on come on Get your crayon crayon Come on girls
Come on
boys Come on come on Get your crayon crayon
Head shoulders knees and toes swag

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Sigh***
i left my laptop charger at school today now i am a lost child. Like seriously, tonight is the most boring night ever....
Fuuuh..
So. These are the things ive done so far. Lying...lying...walking...smiling...breathing....
Lol.. i keep thinking about my pakwe's body part (pakwe is laptop)..
So tonight... im gonna try to finish writing three lesson plans and hopefully i can go to bed real early. I ♡ sleeping. What to do..
Cyaiyokkkkkkkkkmkkmmm (how to pronounce this? #doubleawesomeness)
Two more days...
Ps: i dont like the feeling when i am being forced (secara halus) to do something i dont want to i but i NEED to do it to stay survive. Hahaha.. #figureitout
Sayonara goodnight

Recently I have been too busy that I didn't have time to blog. Even my Raya post is still postponed. Lol what to do.
Thank you Allah, my practicum is nearly coming to its end.. guess what~? We're busier than ever. With one observation left, the good point is my mental didn't feel too much pressured like before but with the remaining days we need to finish decorating and setting up a Mathematics room. Palli palli! Not enough time.. Must be quick...
one solution ..... That is, I .......
Just have to get back to being Arty like I usually do. Ehem... Hehe.. Didn't mean to brag here but I am so creative that my secondary teacher said I could be a fashion designer if I want to. Long story to make it short, i ended up being a 'teacher'. That was a compliment or what?~~ aiseh hahaha~ thank you, sir..
Not to forget my zillion thanks to nuffnang for being a real sweetheart. Yay, I've got one more BE. Despite the the facts that I haven't been much into blogging and yet, they are so kind, I could not say more. Thank you...
Adios..
Gonna be in full blogging mode when I finish my practical..
#alhamdulillah

It is not the first time I received comments from the anonymous here. Or what should we call them., umm... "THE PERSON WITHOUT NAME". Lol. but the thing is, they were nice and I didn't have any problem publishing em here without having second thoughts whether I should delete em or not because you know, they are from Anons. USUALLY comments from anons got deleted!!!

It never occurred to me that one day, this 'person without name''s gonna cuss me for the things I wrote. lol.

To mr/ms anon who might be reading this. I never meant to offend you in any way possible. But, if reading my entry upsets you, then stop doing it. This blog is open for public. Well, I am thankful enough for your opinions and harsh words, but I don't think they are appropriate to be publicized. This is a free self opinion blog where I spilled my words, my randomness, my gibberish talks. If you think, I should get a life or what-so-ever, I don't think you are the right person to judge me.

Lastly. Mr/Ms anon

IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY BLOG CONTENT, just feel free to leave, and dont ever think about leaving a comment or anything because I've got no time to take this matter personally. You are going to feel tired thinking 'sweet' words to write to me and your fingers are gonna hurt a bit from typing =p

Friday, September 14, 2012

[Carly Rae Jepsen]I know, I know it’s been a whileI wonder where you are, and if you think of meSometimes, got you always on my mindYou know I had it rough, trying to forget you butThe more that I look around, the more I realizeYou’re all i’m looking for

What makes you so beautiful, is you don’t know how beautiful you are to meYou’re not trying to be perfectNobody’s perfect, but you are, to meIt’s how you take my breath awayFill the words that I don’t sayI wish somehow, I could say them nowOh, oh, I could say them now, yeah

[Justin Bieber]Just friends, the beginning of the endHow do we make senseFrom we’re on our ownIt’s like you’re the other half of meI feel incomplete, I should’ve knownNothing in the world compares to the feelings that we shareSo not fair

What makes you so beautiful, is you don’t know how beautiful you are to meYou’re not trying to be perfectNobody’s perfect, but you are, to meIt’s how you take my breath awayFill the words that I don’t sayI wish somehow, I could say them now

[Together]Oh, it’s not you, blame it all on meI was running from myselfCause I couldn’t tell how deep that weWe were gonna beI was getting stress of me, but it hurts like hellHope it’s not too late, just a twist of fate

What makes you so beautiful, is you don’t know how beautiful you are to meYou’re not trying to be perfectNobody’s perfect, but you are, to meIt’s how you take my breath awayFill the words that I don’t sayI wish somehow, I could say them nowOh, oh, I could say them now, mmm

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Salam.
I always wonder why i keep feeling like giving up every time I'm going to be observed for my teaching sessions. This is killing me.
Lol.. Ottokaji~~
The urge of having everything finished but at the same time it scares me to death.
Aigooo. Lol.. wish me luck, readers
Blogging from blogit app ~~:-)

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Ohhh.. I always feel flustered whenever I read about Kotakoti. She's so... Ummm.. dollic that I don't even mind being her cyber stalker. Talking about stalking, here is what I can conclude for now:

What Dakota has been doing these past few months as she is (maybe) successfully now hired as a model in Korea and Japan. Wowla. Well. She's an internet icon... if you get it.. And shocking enough, she also collaborated with Etude House, a famous cosmetic brand, originated from Korea. AMAZING!!! (^^) I love this girl, though! (Love from Malaysia, in case you're reading this, Miss Rose/Ostrenga)

Okay. Enough!! Let the pictures do the talking:

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The two final pics are her faces from the Etude House ads. Well.She looks average. But still keeping the cute aura.

Edited pic of KotaKoti from Etude House

Retouched pic vs Photoshopped pic

Retouched pic vs vid ads

Fantasy vs Reality

Kotakoti in her new vid, trying to fool us using her fake passport. Made by her. @-@". 16 yearold wannabe

Animated proofs

Focus on the upper lip

Focus on the wiggly nose

Focus on her pointy nose

That knee

Enough for now. Me gonna have a warm glass of milk for brunch. Lovely. Bye.

Walking on the street, I bumped into your man (Yeah I saw him)I didn’t want to believe it, but my hunch turned out right (I told you)He’s not wearing that ring you gave him, there’s another girl by his sideBut I’ve said enough (I don’t wanna hurt you)

Now you’re getting angry with me (Why?)You say “He’s definitely not that kind of person” (Sure you’re right)Seeing your eyes, I reply that I probably got it wrongSee, I lied for you (I’m sorry)

I hate that you don’t understand meI hate all this waitingLet go of his hand (break it off with him)When you’re sad, I feel like I’m dying

That XX, what does he have that I don’tWhy can’t I have youThat XX doesn’t love youHow much longer are you going to cry yourself silly?

When you speak of him, you look so happy (you look happy)It’s good that you can be this happy (I’m happy)You say you really love him, want to be with him foreverYou trust him completely (I don’t know what to say no more)Your friends all know that guy (yup they know)It’s so obvious, why can’t you see (it’s you)They say love is blind, Oh baby, you’re so blindPlease, I beg you, break it off

Oh I hate that you don’t understand meI hate all this waitingLet go of his hand (break it off with him)When you’re sad, I feel like I’m dying

That XX, what does he have that I don’tWhy can’t I have youThat XX doesn’t love youHow much longer are you going to cry yourself silly?

Rap)Expensive cars, beautiful clothes, high-class restaurants, they all suit you wellBut that XX beside you, he doesn’t suit you, he really doesn’tHe smiles like a hypocrite with you, brushing your face and hairBut he’s thinking of another woman for sure, how dare heThe amount of tears you’ve cried, I want to make you happy by the same amount, babyRather than going through the pain alone, share some with me, babyPlease look at me, why can’t you realise that I am your loveWhy are you the only one who doesn’t know

That XX, what does he have that I don’tWhy can’t I have youThat XX doesn’t love youHow much longer are you going to cry yourself silly?

That XX, what does he have that I don’tWhy can’t I have youThat XX doesn’t love youHow much longer are you going to cry yourself silly?